Re: 2013 Lineup Confirmation/Rumors Thread

Originally Posted by Zafocaine

Bro...... lil bro.... NO FUCKING GEEZERS HEADLINING. Maybe Bowie could swing it, as he's David Fucking Bowie.... but what in the hell makes you think Neil Young and Crazy Horse could headline Coachella without comparing Coachella to lesser festivals that Neil Young and Crazy Horse have headlined? I find it disturbing that you think it's okay to barf this shit up on this thread. Have you personally seen Neil Young play in the last five years? It's truly an abomination. He's ruining his great songs with old age. Farm Aid is fucking tragic. Geezer rockers have their place. Neil Young has Farm Aid. Eric Clapton has Crossroads. Ozzy has Ozzfest. If you really want to see these guys stink up a festival, by all means, GO TO THEIR FESTIVALS, and stop bringing them up as if they could be headliners at Coachella. Thank you.

Neil and Crazy Horse was fucking fantastic at OSL. Where have you seen them perform so dismally?

Re: 2013 Lineup Confirmation/Rumors Thread

Originally Posted by William Hurt/Heal

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